When you smile, orange stars travel across those round cheeks. Only artist sees them, but everyone feels them. Let me paint the orange stars in your smile.

When you talk, words whirl up through the slight tilt of your blue neck, they drop into the pond of our conversations. All words dance in poetry. You are a poet. Let me paint the poet in you.

Wrinkles, freckles, million kisses from the sun... The sun embraced you as many times as you have embraced the life itself. Let me paint those traces of storms that symbolize your strength.
Each day, and every moment, we throw the perfect arc of Rainbows, wildly unique in its course, arching beautifully, landing effortlessly on our destiny. Let me capture the one throw that drew me to you the most. The essence of your soul expression, as I saw it beyond your physical forms.